Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.